I have a love/hate relationship with pears

Love= the taste
Hate= the juice and the knife that I used to cut the pears with... the same knife that I (stupidly!) ate a piece of pear off of and then accidently cut my tongue. Ouch.
On the plus side, I have insanely amazing numbing liquid. It's supposed to be used for tooth/gum aches, and I've used it for those reasons many many times (see: no health insurance) but, contrary to what my mom thought, it actually does help numb your tongue as well.

Tomorrow I work with the kiddies again. I'm observing 2 8th grade classrooms. It's part fun, part boring. I don't do much besides observe the teacher teaching, but then again I'm not sure I'm ready to do much yet anyway. Although maybe if I did more I'd feel more confident about doing more? Vicious circle. But regardless, I don't think the teacher wants me to do more, she seems like she has her lessons down.

I've been wanting to try out wordpress for a blog for quite awhile now, and since I have to 'journal' (whatever that means) all of my teaching observations anyway, I made a wordpress journal for my teaching. But it's private, because I figured it's safer that way (even though I don't reveal location/names etc) and I can use those posts later as a way of making a cohesive journal. Maybe. That's the plan anyway.

I'm trying to keep myself occupied, with DLS I seem to have an extra hour on my hands before I make my normal nightly Skype call to Australia. Only 10 minutes left now, and I think I may end this here just because I still have to find socks, change the tv channel, put some fruit away (pears! & grapes), and reapply the numbing liquid to my tongue. Wish me luck in speaking with a numb tongue!

past/present

2 days ago I made this rainbow cake).
It was yummy.


Yesterday, my dad left. Supposedly for good this time.

Today, I was woken up by yelling (yet again) because he had come back. And while he had a semi-legitamit reason for coming back (he brought my van back that he had borrowed), he did his usual craziness when he went through my mom's garbage can searching for evidence of her affair (the one she didn't have). After he didn't find anything, he left again.

It's hard, not knowing when he'll come back and what he'll search next. He's already taken apart their room (twice), searched mom's desk and computer numerous times, and gone through both my and my sister's cell phone (you know, in case my texting-illiterate mom is secretly a texting-fiend and sending texts to her non-existent lover...). I think later I am going to go through my computer and delete any not-dad friendly website urls and emails I have (even though I'm the only one that ever goes on my computer). I have a feeling my computer will be next (or Heidi's) and I really don't need him using something of mine as evidence against my mom. Sometimes life sucks and I hate it.

But we'll survive, by taking everything one day at a time.

Post 1 of NaBloPoMo!

So what exactly is NaBloPoMo? Head over to NaBloPoMo.ning.com to find out more details, but in short its where people sign up to blog every day of November. Why would someone do this? Cause it's fun, silly. Also, I think I need the jump to get back into blogging. I used to post multiple times a day, then every day, then every few days, and sadly I've gone a month or so without posting sometimes. And I don't like that! For some reason, writing to my (sometimes invisible/lurking) audience about whatever is going through my head, as boring as it may be, makes me happy (but I'd be happier if people commented!). So I apologize if these posts may lack substance... but its to get into a rhythm so hopefully they'll turn good eventually.

It's 2am and I'm tired. So I'm just going to end this here, if anyone (including new readers if there are any!) has any questions for me to answer about anything about myself/likes/dislikes etc feel free to ask! It'd give me something to talk about....


UPDATE: Folks, its over before it really started. For a bunch of reasons I've decided this month really won't work, and I really won't be able to commit to blogging once a day. Maybe another month. Perhaps when I take my photo course next semester I can do a corrllation with that. But as for right now, I quit. Sorry.